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... ire King’s Castle]
Camilla’s figure was erotic in every frikkin’ way, as just having her seated on my lap shifted the air itself—like the castle had leaned closer, curious but careful not to intrude.
Her weight was light. Not fragile—controlled. Intentional.
The faint warmth of her body bled through the layers between us, a contradiction to the cool poise she usually carried like armor. Her hands, still looped around my neck, were steady now. No tremble. No doubt ...
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